writing prompts

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[writingphoenix]

I love the idea of a whumpee having a wardrobe malfunction that leads to a past injury/torture reveal.

Oh, your sleeve ripped and your whole team saw the brand your kidnapper branded you with? Delicious, tell me more!

Your shirt rode up when you took off your sweatshirt and your coworkers saw the scars from when you were whipped repeatedly? Oh boy I love that stuff!

[paingoes]

dehumanization tropes i love

-not allowed on furniture. remain standing or kneel on the floor, no sitting

-not allowed to make eye contact 

-being silenced immediately every time they try to speak 

-casual manhandling, being dragged alone because they’re not trusted to move by themselves 

-casual, nonconsensual touch. randomly pulling them closer, absently playing with hair, manually adjusting their posture

-giving orders without explanation 

-giving orders they know are arbitrary, just to exercise power

-talking about them like they aren’t even in the room 

-authorizing other people to monitor and control them

-being kept in restraints 24/7, with movement restricted even further in their downtime 

-degrading their natural behaviors and reflexes. stare is creepy, smile is ugly, flinching is disrespectful, etc…

-putting down their hobbies/interests

-ascribing ill intent to all their actions and assuming the worst from them

[callisto-writes]

some ideas about a rich whumper:

whumper who throws lavish parties, parading whumpee around like a trophy

whumpee kept in a gilded cage environment, wearing fine clothes, given a proper bed, but they can never escape

whumpee having to lie to guests about the way they're treated. not that anyone would believe otherwise, after all, whumper has money and treats whumpee to such nice clothing and food, so how could they possibly hurt whumpee?

whumper who keeps whumpee in line by offering rewards for complying. not fighting back means a bed to sleep in that night, not talking back means they get something to eat, etc...

whumpee not wanting to leave, because sure, they're being hurt, but at least they have a place to sleep, and nice things

maybe whumper has multiple whumpees, who are pitted against each other to earn 'rewards' such as a meal or their own room

[whump-allthe-way]

whumpee + plushies

caretaker giving them a plushy when they’ve been rescued, they bought it for them while they’re in the hospital, it still smells like antiseptic and the chips caretaker was earring that day. whumpee goes everywhere with it for the weeks, tightly tucked to their chest as they limp around caretakers house. Caretaker, of course, finds it adorable, the whumpee they’ve missed so dearly now curled up on the couch with their plush, half asleep and watching a rerun of an old show. Caretaker thinks its cute, as long as they don’t see the bony, bruised hands that cling to it tightly, the bandaged arms or the scars that poke out from their shirt. They get a little embarrassed after a while, thinking themselves childish for a toy they’re attached to. They still sleep with it, the poor thing has started to misshape and lose its fluffiness, caretaker offers to buy them a new one, one that’s just a soft as it used to be, and whumpee almost cries at the thought, thinking theyre gonna lose the one they have now. Maybe someone, like a team mate or a family member, finds it amusing, this little attachment whumpee having something they’ve deemed childish; maybe they start teasing them, hitting a sore spot when they do, or they go further, playing “pranks” hiding the toy, pretending they’ve thrown it out… it sends whumpee over the edge, panicking as they search the whole house to find it.

Maybe whumper finds out, they’ve come back for them, stood over their bed with a smirk, theyre poor little pet looking so sweet.. they wake up when whumper snatches it from them, flooded with panic as they scramble back, tears filling their eyes when they see what whumper holds above them. Maybe they take whumpee, leaving the plushy for caretaker to find, gloating that they’ve taken their precious whumpee once again, or maybe whumper tears it shreds right there and then, the stuffing coating the bed as they cry and try it snatch it back

[untildawnsun]

Living Weapon!Whumpee biting on their hand to avoid waking up Unaware!Caretaker after a nightmare.

cocky whumpee trying to hide their panic behind jokes and smiles after someone compared them to a pet following caretaker around.

Whumpee staring at the weapon Caretaker stole from whumper, remembering every technique of their training. Every drop of blood spilled at their hands.

[paingoes]

dehumanization tropes i love

-not allowed on furniture. remain standing or kneel on the floor, no sitting

-not allowed to make eye contact 

-being silenced immediately every time they try to speak 

-casual manhandling, being dragged alone because they’re not trusted to move by themselves 

-casual, nonconsensual touch. randomly pulling them closer, absently playing with hair, manually adjusting their posture

-giving orders without explanation 

-giving orders they know are arbitrary, just to exercise power

-talking about them like they aren’t even in the room 

-authorizing other people to monitor and control them

-being kept in restraints 24/7, with movement restricted even further in their downtime 

-degrading their natural behaviors and reflexes. stare is creepy, smile is ugly, flinching is disrespectful, etc…

-putting down their hobbies/interests

-ascribing ill intent to all their actions and assuming the worst from them

[whumpernickelsandwich]

caretaker who thinks whumpee kind of deserved what happened to them because whumpee was a terrible, rotten person. every wince induced by caretaker's rough treatment of their wounds, every moment of peaceful sleep interrupted by nightmares brings caretaker a sick sense of satisfaction. caretaker hates whumpee. but, for some reason, they feel like they have to take care of them, which causes a lot of internal conflict. (yum)

or, an alternate version of this: maybe whumpee has had rumours and stories spread about them being a terrible person, which caretaker believes. as a result, caretaker is always rough with whumpee, carelessly treating them and ignoring every protest of pain.

whumpee deserves it, after all, don't they? so caretaker ignores their pleas and promises that they aren't who everyone says they are. and when caretaker eventually discovers the truth, the guilt consumes them.

[whump-allthe-way]

whumpers that get into whumpee’s friends’ heads, slowly twisting them away. they feed them lies, manipulate them, pull and drag them away, turn them against whumpee. they break whumpee down bit by bit until they’re a shell of their former self, they cripple them until the lies they’ve fed their friends become true. “whumpee’s violent” whumpee says, “they don’t show it, but they’re a killer”.

and it’s not true, it was never true; but slowly with every passing day, with every nail knocked until whumpee’s coffin, they get closer. and maybe their friends confront them, or maybe they have a run in, maybe they’re simply having a bad day; but the isolation, the loneliness, the fear, the psychological warfare, it all gets too much and they snap.

the lies that whumper fed weren’t lies at all, they were warnings. premonitions of dangers to come.

because whumpee snaps, and maybe they just shout, argue and scream until they’re pale and sweating, but the fear and wariness of their friends has built up, and they flinch away. and whumpee thinks, just for a moment, that whumper was right. they are dangerous, they are a monster, with the fear in their friends’ eyes it’s undeniable.

so they leave, and they never return. their friends think it’s because they changed, they’re a monster now; but now that they’re alone, whumper can have their fun.

[whump-allthe-way]

whump stories where there’s more than one whumpee, there’s quiet a few, actually. and they all relate, they all understand each other, they can understand their issues like no one else. but something happens, and they get better. well, most of them. whumpee doesn’t, and they don’t know why. but they don’t wanna drag down their friends, not when they’re doing so well. they plod on, as if they’re okay too, and they pretend as if the lack of their previous support system of like-minded friends doesn’t hurt.

it hurts, because no one understands them now, the nights where they would curl up in their friends understanding arms are gone now, and they’re alone. they struggle in silence because it’s easier than ruining their friends triumph, they keep quiet, and they scream themselves awake every night in the dark of their empty room, and no one knows.

[whump-allthe-way]

there’s something so beautiful about the vulnerable character becoming the whumpee. the vulnerable, protective, happy character, with no powers or strength, with only luck on their side. the absolute fury of their team when they see that whumpee is hurt, when the whumper goes after them, when they show even the slightest hint of pain. because it’s whumpee, their whumpee, and they’ll be damned if anyone lays a finger on them.

[local-blog-for-local-people]

Reece Shearsmith in P.R.O.B.E: Devil of Winterborne

[whump-allthe-way]

Ngl, your line from a while back;

"Its my ptsd party and I'll put them through whatever the fuck I want!"

Is so fucking raw, I can hear one of my OCs saying it and ramming a knife into another OCs leg.

🤣🤣 that would be such a cool scene too!

[the-infinant-one]

I don’t see a lot of sibling whump. Or family whump in general. A lot of my whump daydreams revolve around a father/son or brothers.

Yes watching your whimper’s team/best friend/lover get hurt is beautiful.

But just imagine whumpee watching their child, someone who was just a baby that they held in their arms once. Whom they raised to be the best as possible, getting tortured in front of them because of what THEY did. The parent is forced to watch their child being burned and beaten. Whipped and sliced up while all they can do is beg and plead for it to stop.

OR IMAGINE

two siblings: the older one is the tougher, more outgoing and has more fight in them. The older sibling is snarky and hard to break. So the whumper finds their younger sibling. Younger by multiple years. And the whumper puts all their frustrations and anger out on younger whumpee, who doesn’t know what’s going on or why they’re going through this torture. But younger whumpee love their older sibling, and they look up to them. And older whumpee’a heart breaks as they watch their younger sibling slowly break apart. Slowly seeing the tears spring to their eyes as they try to stay strong. And older whumpee knows that their younger sibling is trying to stay strong and looks up to them. But older whumpee also knows they can’t do anything, and can only cry and beg for whumper to stop.

No matter the family dynamic, whumper knows the weakest point of their whumpee is to bring the family in. Because that’s what will fully break them.

[whump-allthe-way]

i’ve been in the whump community since i was 15 and every year i forget about whumptober. EVERY YEAR.

[whumptydumptysatonawall]

Whumpee who has had to fend for themselves from a young age (maybe their parent died, maybe they were abandoned, maybe they were a victim of child abuse) and now they have Caretaker who takes care of them when they're sick, gives them hugs when they're sad, helps them when they're hurt etc. and Whumpee breaks down because it's just been so long since someone cared about them like that

[whump-allthe-way]

“thanks.. dad..” says whumpee, their voice rough and low, as caretaker threads their fingers through their tangled hair

vs

“no please-! dad make it stop! it hurts- please-!” as they thrash and scream, arching away from whumper’s blade as they slice and carve into their skin, caretaker watching in chains

[whump-allthe-way]

caretaker wasn’t supposed to be doing this, they weren’t a caretaker, and surely whumpee is capable of taking care of themselves, right? surely they’re old enough, so why does caretaker need to be there? they hate it, waking up every morning to an overly excited whumpee rambling about their dreams, they make breakfast and attempt to tune out of the annoying endless chatter, and they spend their evenings praying to everything above that whumpee would just go to bed-

until one day whumpee’s gone. they dropped them off at school without a word, watched them as they happily waved them off before turning to their friends. but now they’re gone, they’re not waiting in that same spot out of the school, there’s no sight of them or their backpack riddled with dozens of cute keychains and pins. caretaker jumps out of their car, heads towards the friends they pretended not to notice, demanding to know where their charge is. the shrugs tell them nothing, so they go home.

maybe whumpee will show up later, the peace and quiet will be nice after all.

a few hours pass, and caretaker cooks them a meal for when they’re home.

they watch the clock tick by and pass their favourite channel as they scroll through the tv, their show is on.

whumpee never comes home, and soon they’re at the police station. the police call them a few days later, and all caretaker hears is “i’m sorry- kidnapped-“

caretaker waits in the silence, they cook two meals every night in case whumpee comes strolling through that door with their giddy smile and endless stories, they save their show so they can catch up, and they practice their “i don’t care about you, but don’t do that again” lecture.

it’s months before caretaker gets the call, and this time the only word they hear is “hospital”

caretaker isn’t worried, or angry or scared, not by whumpee’s pale, bruised face, the frail form or the scars that peak out from the covers. caretaker doesn’t care- and they’re not crying from relief, they’re not gripping their hand tightly as they thank every god above, because whumpee is nothing more than an inconvenience-

whumpee is so small now, they shake and stutter, and the small smiles they manage don’t reach their eyes. when they’re home, whumpee doesn’t talk, not really, they answer caretakers questions and they mumble a shaky thank you when they’re given food, but they don’t ramble. not like they used to.

and caretaker finds themselves filling in the silence, sat on the couch talking and talking, about what whumpee’s missed, their friends and hell- even caretaker’s friends. they hand them the remote to watch their show and they tuck them in at night, and they pray that one day whumpee will smile again, perhaps wake them with that annoyingly cheerful “morning caretaker!” once more, or even just talk about the meaningless things in their life.

the whumpee they let crawl into their bed after they wake up screaming, the whumpee that hides behind them in front of strangers, the whumpee that quietly asks them questions isn’t their whumpee. and all caretaker can think is that if they’d just listened; payed a little more attention to their endless stream of words, their whumpee would be here.